Nestled

I could hear the earth above me

Was it moving?

I tried the Kill Bill shot

It did not work

The casket was stronger, healthier

My knuckles were black and blue

So was my forehead

Ah! my forehead, once laden with kisses of love

Now slowly swelling

It has been a long time now

Six feet under, i was wondering, again!

Yes, someone was trying to exhume me

Who? Why?

Loved by many, hated by none; partial jealousy

Life came down like the North Tower

Was it orchestrated? Was it destiny?

Now, i could hear scratches on the lid

What the F?? Who? Why?

Why not?

Lady Luck! Not again!

I don't like being six feet under.

Why not?

My heart beat was in rhythm with those scratches

An animal, no, maybe yes!

I was sweating now, lol

It was bizarre

Do i care?

Of course I do.